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 To The Grave
  By Ruza Siddhi 
 
  Every part of me is burning
  As I woop my feelings within
  The whole world around me is blazing
  Like the fire in the hay
  After all
  What is there to lament or rejoice?
  When I can't let go
  the fountain of love to gush forth
  No, I can't confess that I adore so much
  and expect the same in turn
  Sweet dreams I have woven
  with the threads of love and care
  but the hero of my dreams
  knows nothing of what I feel
  I'm waiting for him to understand
  the unspoken words of mine
  Oh! What a fool I am
  to expect such a thing
  Now, things are becoming clear
  I'm sure I can't elicit a word to him
  But the feelings in me will never die
  I'll carry them along to the grave.